In the Spring on 2012,
I had finished writing my novel, Forever, Interrupted, and I had queried
and signed with an agent, but I knew the hard part was just beginning. I had to
wait to see if it sold.
My
agent sent me the list of the editors she was targeting. For weeks, I refreshed
my inbox hoping for news – praying for good news. Instead, I got no news and bad
news. Weeks of hearing nothing at all were interrupted only by the occasional update
that an editor had passed.
One day at work, I got
an email that someone else had passed. I took my lunch break early because the disappointment
was almost too much bear. I pulled over in my car, onto a side street, and cried
onto my steering wheel. I thought to myself, “It’s never going to happen. It isn’t
in the cards for me.”
And then, days later,
suddenly it was. I had an email from my agent saying an editor at Atria/Simon &
Schuster was interested.
The thing they don’t
tell you about book deals, the part they leave out even though it is perhaps the
most dramatic and excruciating, is that it doesn’t all happen at once. Sometimes,
you find out on the Friday before Memorial Day weekend that an editor at Simon &
Schuster wants to talk to you next week. And you spend the entire weekend unable
to move, staring at the ceiling, daydreaming of the possibilities of what is to
come, terrified you’ve gotten your hopes up for nothing at all.
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